Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.